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Old pages · Gaza · Wise up · Prayers
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13/4/2009 Street of Dreams What would you do if you were trapped in some dreams; haunted by events, faces, memories you've never lived in reality, neither you can neglect nor fulfill them?
To some face I've recognized long
time ago, I wish I could punch you from the depth of my heart, by fist or lips
not sure; anything to make you disappear or
be mine...
I tried to respond
to your call, I tried to pull you out, but you didn't recognize me...
I wonder If you are ever going to know me as you did on Street of Dreams...
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The Bleak Beginning of 2009
To Tell the truth, war on Gaza has left me speechless and paralyzed...
Damn to such humanity!- this
apathetic "civilized" humanity. The same human-beasts shedding blood since the
dawn of history till now. I feel so depressed of so called humanity, of inferior mean pathetic Arab, of lost Muslims, of the whole word... What is going on in Palestine with the silence of the world killing the soul... However, still there is some hope, still there are people who care for justice around the world. Even if there is none left we should create this hope. Still more, if nobody left on earth but me, I will never ever stop caring for justice, trying to do something to beautify the life to make people wake up, anything, but never ever being apathetic _living just for consuming like animals_ or rather pathetic.
And nothing is gone in vain, nothing,
not a single word, a wink of an eye or even a drop of blood or tear or a tiny
atom of dust... everything is recorded and will be paid back justly in The Court
of The Righteous Judge...
everything.
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02/07/2007 Sweden & I between Fairy-Tale and Reality
Listen; When Gjallarhorn Will Sound
I love Sweden because I consider it the never never land in my fairy tale:
I am a charming princess, while
Johan, pronounced as Yohan which means Yahya in Arabic,
where the cold, silence and night
overwhelmed everything, except our cozy palace... Of course he is going to give
up the crown for my sake, because both we don't like political or social life...
There we are going to live; I write poetry and he reads my works admiringly...
We will read some Swedish poetry*.
We will wander the virgin wilderness of Sweden
However in reality, when my Swedish friend has invited me to Sweden, I have refused. I didn't want to ruin my fairy tale land by seeing the reality. In reality usually, the rank's people and their life are unbearably fake and rotten. In reality, there are, the racism, materialism, pragmatism, discrimination, passport, visa, money, security, etc...
In the reality, Sweden is not more
than any other country, but with Swedish flavour, and the prince is so ordinary
like any other man Not to mention the hardship of traveling...
I prefer to live in my fairy tales
more than their reality, or rather I prefer to turn my reality to a fairy tale
Anyway, who says that the reality isn't a fairy-tale? So try to live your fairy tale on your conditions, not on theirs...
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11/02/2007
Lord! I've never thought it would be so difficult like this... It's not that I regret. Could I dare to regret after all that You've made me comprehend? But it just soooooooooooooo difficult until I feel I can't cope anymore... Just when is it going to stop, Lord! I supplicate just shed Your mercy on me?
إلهي لم أظن لبرهة أن الأمر سيكون بمثل هذه الصعوبة... لا أقصد أني نادمة، كيف لي أن أندم بعد كل ما علمتنيه!! و لكن الأمر جددددد شاق لدرجة أني ما عدت أستطيع الاستمرار أكثر... فمتى سيتوقف يا إلهي، أتوسل إليك فقط ارحمني...
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Another day in 2006
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Some day in 2006
يا رب! هل بقي من مخرج أرقبه؟ أم هو كما قال السابع المجنون: (لا تبحر وحدك ستتوه لا تبحث أيضاً عن مرشد كي يهديك فلقد تاه لا تبحث عن موسى آخر كي يفلق بحرك بعصاه عش في ذاتك و انس حياتك فحياتك ليست بحياة)*
يا رب! هل ستسجيب دعائي يوماً أم ستدعني أتوه كما تاه الغريب في المدينة:
(قد
قال لي يوما أبي
يا رب! لا أدري ماذا أقول و ماذا أفعل؛ قد أرهقني كل شيء و ما عاد هناك من ملجأ إلا قوقعة صغيرة أحتمي بها
يارب! أرجوك لا تنس أن فتاة اسمها سلمى خائفة وحيدة مختبئة هنا تنتظر
* الوصية الأولى (البحر و الحياة) من قصيدة (الوصايا السبع) لفيصل الصالح (السابع): المصدر ** قصيدة (قد قال لي أبي يوماً) لفاروق جويدة
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31/7/2006
Sometimes, I wonder how the beauty of the One, Who gives people the ability to create such angelic beauty, may look like... By hanging around this idea only I feel myself meltingggg....
أتسآل أحياناً... من وهب البشر قدرة على إبداع جمال ملائكي كهذا كيف يكون جماله هو... مجرد الحوم حول الفكرة يجعلني أذووووووووووووبـ......
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Dear Nietzsche... If you had been in the same wedding that I attended, if you had seen through your own eyes how people were dancing madly on a thundering music as the thundering music of the missiles that roaring above the heads of Palestinians and Lebanese only few kilometers far from us, then you would have realized that dancing is no longer but for the dead... So excuse the supermen for not being able to dance anymore, since only the thundering music of the dead is what remained...
يا عزيزي نيتشة... لو أنك حضرت معي العرس الذي حضرته... و شاهدت بأم عينيك و الناس ترقص بجنون على أصوات الموسيقى المدوية كموسيقى دوي القذائف التي تسقط على الفلسطينيين و اللبنانيين على بُعد عدة كيلومترات عنا... لعرفت أن الرقص ما عاد إلا للموتى... و اعذر الراقين لعدم قدرتهم على الرقص بعد اليوم... إذ لم يبق إلا موسيقى الموتى المدوية...
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the geek tender Swedish prince charmed, by me of course
, takes me to
his far away palace in the most north spot of Sweden,
, play with
plump cute seals
,
be enchanted by nature, and praise the Beauty of The Creator... 
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